I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing.
pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
disintegrating as it goes crippling our communication
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end testing our communication.
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.
Poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.
Know the pieces fit, cuz I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication
cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
sense of compassion
between supposed lovers/brothers.
mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing.
pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
disintegrating as it goes crippling our communication
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end testing our communication.
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.
Poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.
Know the pieces fit, cuz I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication
cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
sense of compassion
between supposed lovers/brothers.
Conozco las piezas que encajan porque las vi caer enmohecidas y ardiendo. diferiendo fundamentalmente. pura intención yuxtapuesta que pondrá a las almas de dos amantes en moción desintegrante cuando vaya dejando nuestra comunicación la luz que quemó nuestro fuego luego ha quemado un agujero entre los dos así que no podemos ver para buscar un fin examinando nuestra comunicación.
Conozco las piezas que encajan porque las vi desmoronadas sin falta, que no haya nadie a quien culpar no significa que no quiera, señalar, culpar al otro, mirar el templo derrumbarse. Para poner las piezas juntas de nuevo, redescubrir la comunicación.
La poesía que viene de la escuadratura al lado, y
rodeándolo merece la pena. Encontrando belleza en la disonancia.
Conozco las piezas que encajan, porque las vi caerse. enmohecidas y ardiendo, estranguladas por nuestra codicia. Condenadas a desmoronarse a menos que crezcamos, y consolidemos nuestra comunicación.
El frío silencio tiene la tendencia de atrofiar todo el sentido de compasión supuesto entre amantes/hermanos.
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